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A species had been armed with a double edged blade |
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A guardless weapon of delusion |
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Forged of a mirage of inherent transcendence |
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In the tangled mechanisms of life itself |
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As the curtain is being unraveled |
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The ego writhes in a spasm of insight |
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Delighted gods grunt like pigs |
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At the mere notion of a raison d'etre |
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From the gardens of Semiramis |
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To the trenches of Ypres |
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A meaningless uproar |
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Sublime truths are revealed |
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In the hammering of hobnailed jackboots |
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And there's wisdom to be found |
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In the shameful epitaphs of cowards |
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From the gardens of Semiramis |
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To the trenches of Ypres |
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From the grounds of Comitium |
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To the cellars of Tuol Sleng |
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From the spores of presence |
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And a swarm of pest |
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Unto the ironies of being |
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Falling hopes whip the ground |
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Among laments of sunken millennia |
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There are no paths to follow |
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But a nightmare of endless repetition |
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Those who peruse the annals of humanity |
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Demanding patterns, connections, developments: |
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Were there any to be found? |
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And was it sapience indeed that kept pushing this broken cart? |
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The wonders |
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The misery |
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The ascent |
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The emptiness |
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Falling hopes whip the ground |
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Among laments of sunken millennia |
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There are no paths to follow |
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But a nightmare of endless repetition |
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